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ok, so here it is, the final dj kali playlist at the final burning monday at katacombes show bar. very sad to see it go, but hopefully a phoenix can rise from burning mondays' ashes.

i want to extend a big, big, BIG thanks to everyone who turned out and i hope that you all enjoyed yourselves. for those of you out-of-towners, i hope to be able to entertain you at some point in the future. and for those of you in montreal who didn't show up, i never liked you very much anyway. (kidding, kidding...)

punk rawk!!! ok, didn't plan it this way, but the set and the audience got all punk, so i just went with it. i will also say that this night brought the dumbest audience member statement in my dj'ing life:

"i'm not into this, can you play some old punk?"

i was playing the damned at the time. thankfully most of the crowd had brain cells and a modicum of taste.

sort of wish i'd realised i had a sprained ankle before i danced for an hour after my set...

it's amazing how your perception of things changes when the words "free pass" are dangled in front of you. i admire the band the runaways, even if their music isn't a hundred percent my thing. i'm always interested in movies set in the early moments of the birth of punk. and floria sigismondi, who chose this film as her feature directorial debut, produces breathtaking visual art, as well as some of the only remaining interesting music videos being made.

that said, my interest in seeing the runaways was mild at best. i hate biopics as a rule. the story being told is one that's been on the big screen dozens of times. (band forms, ban succeeds against odds doing what they want, cue problems with drugs and booze, cue acrimony and break-up, finish with someone acknowledging the importance of the experience and gazing reflectively upward.) and, most hideous of all, the lead role of joan jett is being played by kristen stewart, the chick f…

i was reading this article earlier this evening. perhaps it's a little bit of hypersensitivity since i've worked day jobs in marketing for a number of years, but the whole thing left me with the following thought:

you're right. so what?

i'm all in favour of calling people to task for false or misleadingadvertising,but the criticism leveled at dove or at nike doesn't deal with that. the criticism in this article deals specifically with the fact that these companies are trying to create a "lack", a void that can be filled by their products. and somehow, to the people writing the article (and countless articles like it), this is objectionable, underhanded, dishonest. well excuse me, but what the hell were you expecting?

there's a great passage in umberto eco's "foucault's pendulum" ("the davinci code" for the thinking set) where one of the central characters confronts his father in the hopes of convincing him to order a series of…

i felt compelled to share this little vignette from my home life... being neither well-coordinated nor generally calm, i have never been much into video games. i do, however, get quite fascinated watching other people play video games (there's probably some weird voyeur complex at work there, but i'd really prefer not to go there). so i was watching dom playing tetris earlier and it occurred to me: what's the end game here? what are you ultimately pursuing? so i decided to ask the resident expert, meaning the person in the room who knows more about tetris than i do. here's how it went:

no, not you, not the one who's actually reading this post and wondering why i'm suddenly so angry. you're fine. probably. maybe you eat babies or something, which most people would look down on, but i'm not here to judge what goes on in your house and that isn't what i meant to talk about anyway.

one of the nice things about having this kind of forum is that you get feedback from people who read it. some of you leave comments here. some of you leave comments on facebook, where this is "simulcast". and i like that.

what i don't like is when i log in here, see comments and find out that they come from strange asian addresses and link to little start-up porn sites. if that's the kind of thing that you want, fine. personally, i think that if you have to trawl through comments on a blog to find porn on the internet, you're probably too brain dead to know what's going on when you find it.

ah yes, it was a dark and stormy night. [ed.- there were some flakes and raindrops, don't get dramatic] the goddess kali and her consort shiva did descend into the katacombes [ed.- katacombes is at street level.] and so did they both offer up sounds to the heavens. and thus did it unfold...